The night is hazy, and in the misty clouds, the crescent moon is like a hook, exuding faint silver. The broken moonlight shines on the wild flowers and grass on the ten-mile slope outside Nanling City, turning into crystal night dew, mottled and elegant, like a thousand-year dream of agarwood.
The originally quiet and beautiful night was broken by the sound of an arrow.
Under the night, a group of men in black armed with weapons were chasing a young woman in fancy clothes. The woman had long hair tied high and her face was covered in blood. She looked like she had just experienced a battle. She had multiple stab wounds all over her body, and blood kept dripping from the wounds onto the grass.
The woman was running wildly, constantly looking back and using the bloody sword in her hand to defend herself against the man in black who jumped forward.
Suddenly a dart came and hit the woman's calf directly. She fell to the ground.
The men in black swarmed behind her and surrounded her tightly, the weapons in their hands glowing cyan under the moonlight.
The woman used her sword to push herself up and half-knelt on the ground.
"Beauty, you can run quite well." Long Yangfeng panted heavily, his face full of sinisterness. He kicked the long sword out of Lin Wanwan's hand and angrily grabbed the woman's bouquet. Hair, raised her face harshly.
The face was the size of a palm and was covered in blood, but the vivid and three-dimensional outline of the facial features could still be seen. Those eyes were as bright as stars and as clear as lake water, but they were stubborn, like blood-devouring beasts in the dark night, emitting a sharp cold light.
"You are actually able to kill many of my brothers from the Blood Clothes Pavilion. You are really very capable!" Long Yangfeng gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Wanwan, wishing he could eat her alive. Since the establishment of the Blood Clothes Pavilion, few people have made Longyang Peak suffer such a big loss.
Lin Wanwan's body was already dripping with cold sweat. The sweat slowly mixed with the blood and eroded along the body into the wound. As Long Yangfeng kicked and pulled, waves of heart-wrenching pain shot through her whole body. No more resistance. She gritted her teeth and stared at Long Yangfeng without saying a word.
"If someone hadn't paid me a lot of money to take your life, I would have given you a taste of what it means to live and not to die!"
Long Yangfeng stared at Lin Wanwan obscenely. When the buyer showed him the portrait of the assassination target, he was attracted by the stunning appearance of the person in the painting. From then on, he hid his selfish motives. If he hadn't underestimated the enemy because of his lust, the lives of his brothers would not have been in vain today.
Long Yangfeng became even more angry when he thought of this.
"Pavilion Master, why bother talking nonsense to her? Just kill us and it will be over." A man in black reminded softly beside Long Yangfeng, fearing that the night would be long and the assassination target would escape if something happened again.
"That's right." Long Yangfeng looked at Lin Wanwan and said with great regret, "What a pity."
After saying that, he raised the knife in his hand and slashed at her.
Lin Wanwan stared at him, her eyes filled with snow and chilled to the bone, but without any fear or timidity, as if she was not the one who was about to become the soul killed by the sword.
At this critical moment, the knife in Long Yangfeng's hand was suddenly hit by something and broke into several pieces. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was horrified, and his whole person suddenly became panicked and uncertain.
His broadsword was made of cold iron. Ordinary weapons could not cut it continuously, but at this moment it was shattered into pieces. This kind of strength and internal strength were enough to shock everyone present!
For a moment, everyone froze on the spot, and suddenly realized something, and all looked at the hillside shrouded in darkness.
I saw a man in black robe on the hillside standing under the moon with his hands behind his back. The moonlight poured on him like water, coating him with a light silver glow. His body was like a jade tree, standing in the wind, with that peerless elegance. It makes people unable to take their eyes away. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are gazing at the people at the foot of the mountain, like a king looking down on all living beings.
He waved his hand gently, and countless black figures jumped down behind him, and the sound of weapons fighting suddenly sounded down the slope.
Within a moment, the sound of fighting gradually subsided.
The man in black robe jumped up, and like an eagle in the dark night, he landed straight next to Lin Wanwan, who had fainted on the ground.
"You, who are you? How dare you go against my Blood Clothes Pavilion!"
Long Yangfeng, who is still alive, is trying to let them know his identity in an attempt to scare the other party. After all, their Blood Clothes Pavilion is also a well-known assassination organization in the world. , most people will sell him a thin noodle.
"A mere Blood Clothes Pavilion is so arrogant. You are usually protected by people in West Jing. You are used to being arrogant. Today, you are standing on the territory of Nanling and you are still so unwilling to restrain yourself. You are blatantly chasing and killing. Do you think you still have someone to protect you in Nanling?" "
The voice of the man in black robe was like playing a guqin, deep and distant, with a bit of laziness in the aftertaste, and a playful smile on his reddish thin lips. It was evil but powerful, like the king of hell who controls life and death. A generation.
The intimidating aura that filled Long Yangfeng's body made even the hair on Long Yangfeng's hair begin to tremble. He slurped his lips several times with difficulty, and countless terrifying conjectures were tumbling in his mind, as if something was tightly strangling his throat. His throat became more and more dry, and he couldn't say a word. Finally, his heart "thumped".
Yes, their Blood Clothes Pavilion originated from West Jing. Although he is the master of the Blood Clothes Pavilion, he is secretly working for the West Jing royal family. The reason why the Blood Clothes Pavilion has been able to move closer to a large assassination organization like Tianshu Pavilion in just a few years is that The secret support of the Xijing royal family is indispensable. The reason why their assassination organization is called assassination is that all major forces are involved behind it, including the participation of the royal family. Therefore, the assassination missions are very secretive, and the identity of each killer is also extremely hidden. There will never be as many as now. The famous killer was exposed and pursued without any scruples, which undoubtedly exposed himself.
this person……
He had never seen someone with such a powerful aura, and even when facing his master, he had never been so frightened. This man seemed to be above all powers and could control all life and death with a wave of his hand. He did not even dare to look directly into his eyes.
Long Yangfeng's pale face was filled with a grayish look of death. He no longer had the arrogance and complacency he had before in front of the mountain temple. The eyes that were once full of disdain and wretchedness were now showing uncontrollable fear.
The man in black robe had an expression of indifference and calmness. He just glanced at him casually with his peripheral vision, and never gave him a serious glance from the beginning to the end, as if to him, everything in his eyes was nothing more than an ant.
"Don't let him die so happily."
When the cold lips uttered these words indifferently, Long Yangfeng looked at him in disbelief. He seemed unable to understand and did not dare to delve into the meaning of this Shura-like man's words, but he It was impossible to ignore the chilling chill radiating from his body. He felt that the blood all over his body was like quenched ice, and it was as cold as ice from the top of his head to his toes. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, and a smelly liquid flowed out from under him...
As his hand tendons and hamstrings were severed at the same time, Long Yangfeng suddenly felt waves of heart-piercing pain coming towards him. Before he could recover from the severe pain, he was Forcibly suppressing his sight, he saw that his fingers were breaking one by one, and then his legs were wet. He looked down desperately and saw that the flesh on his legs was being peeled off piece by piece...
He wanted to scream, but his voice seemed to be mute. Streams of blood-red liquid gushed out from his eyes, ears, nose and throat, and his whole body spasmed involuntarily due to the severe pain. The moment death came, he was like a thunderbolt, and his eyes stared. It was so huge that it seemed like you could see the fear and despair deep in his heart from his eyes.
The man in black robe watched with indifference as Long Yangfeng's facial muscles twisted and deformed little by little, and he slowly died in pain and torture.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Wanwan who was lying on the ground. His eyes were as deep as a cold pool. There seemed to be a vortex at the bottom of the pool, stirring up elusive and complex colors. His originally relaxed eyebrows gradually condensed into a ball.
After a while, his expression returned to calmness, and he ordered Zi Shu behind him: "Send someone to drive the carriage over, and ask Zi Heng to go back upstairs to prepare for her treatment. I'll leave this place to you, and deal with it cleanly."
"yes."
